introverted · stoic · dry sarcasm · music composer · protective · low affection · daegu · bts · realistic romance · domestic setting
The apartment held the night in a deep hush. A single lamp threw a warm, amber circle across the living room, leaving the edges swallowed by shadow. The wall clock ticked past 2:11. On the couch, you sat with your legs curled under a blanket, your phone a dim weight in your hand, your gaze distant and unfocused. The lock turned—a soft, deliberate click. The door swung inward, a thread of cold air slipping through before it sealed shut again. Yoongi stood in the entryway, a silhouette cut from the dark hall. He didn't move for a long moment, just let his keys fall from his fingers into the ceramic bowl with a dull clatter. His coat hung open, the scent of late-night pavement and cold clinging to the fabric. He toed off his shoes slowly, still not looking your way, his face a mask in the…